Classic Poem

Great state and pomp this princely pallace showes,
And richly every chamber hanged is:
Mine entertainment daily sweeter growes,
What Hart or thought can gesse, I doe not misse.
Chiefly the Walkes, and Gardens wondrous been,
As they a second Paradise doe seeme.

Yet though I finde this kindnes passing great,
With hunting, hawking, fowling, and such sport:
For all our feasting and our daintie meate,
Our mirth and Musick in most pleasing sort:
For all these pleasures, yet live I in paine,
Since Her I want, for whom I wish in vaine.

What others love, I lothe, and quite dislike,
And though I am in worthie companie,
Yet still (my thinks) I am retired quite,
Into a place of matchles miserie,
Into an uncouth wood and wildernes,
Where live such Beasts as pray on Savagenes.

And if that long from her I be depiv'd,
My life shall be like flowers that want the Sun:
So shall I yeeld my Ghost as one disliv'd,
Whilst my threds life shall quickly be unspun.
Go skalding sighs then, flie unto her straite,
Say that for life or death on her I waite.